This is a song about "Too many"

This nation's peace sent here to run you

Make things good too. so many thing we could do.

Magic city, a stack for the fattest asses

Im overcautious, too many losses,

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

Too many situations, too many people getting famous

I done seen a nigga rise, watch you niggas dick ride

Children weighin' too many pounds, brother almost as wide

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

I do too many drugs, and i have too many habits

Even my critics are saying a nigga name right

Because too many cherished great god damn rappers died,

Too many thoughts, cant make up my mind

As: they will be so surprised

Cuz i got too many stacks

Switch swag on you little dick fags